Through the Fire Part 1

Scrapper glanced at the clock. 5:59. He sighed. The final minute always felt like load off knowing it was over. Scrapper had all his work done and all the salvaged robots were to far away to catch him. Although, he didn't feel completely at ease until he heard the final closing chime. He stood up and stretched. He was gathering his belongings when the loudspeaker came on. "You played right into our hands." it said.
Scrapper froze. "Did you really think this job just... fell out of the sky for you?," the voice of Baby said over the loudspeaker.
No... this was a gift. For us. You gathered them all together in one place, just like he asked you to. All of those little souls... in one place. Just for us. A gift. Now we can do what we were created to do, and be complete..."
Scrapper began to turn around and try the door but it was locked. He kicked the door but it wouldn't budge.
"I will make you proud, Daddy! Watch, listen, and be full-" Baby was cut off.
"Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name," A voice Scrapper couldn't recognize said. "But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift. You have not been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection, and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit."
A flashing image of the map of the pizzeria caught Scrapper's attention. He could see there was a room in the middle of the pizzeria he didn't know existed. According to the map there were no known entrances to this room but it was located directly in front of him. "You don't even realize that you are trapped." The voice continued. "Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends."
Scrapper pounded the walls in front of him. He kept hitting the wall at various places until he heard a hollow thud. "And to you, my brave volunteer," the voice directed to Scrapper, "who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
"The hell it is!" Scrapper shouted while pounding the hollow wall. "Get me out of here!"
"I am remaining as well." the voice said. "I am nearby."
Scrapper flipped the table his work PC was on and snapped off one the legs. " And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: be still, and give up your spirits." The voice said. "They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace - and perhaps more - waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you... The darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."
Scrapper attacked the hollow portion of the wall. "My daughter," the voice continued. "if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day - the day you were shut out and left to die - no one was there to lift you up into their arms, though you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should've known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then. So let me save you now. It's time to rest."
Scrapper smelt smoke. He looked behind him and could see the faint light of flames in the vents. Scrapper spun around and delivered a hard blow to the wall. "For you, and to those you have carried in your arms.This ends for all of us. End communication." The voiced finished.
Scrapper kicked at the dented wall. The smell of smoke fueling his attacks. With another swift boot to the wall, his foot went through. He dislodged himself from the hole and throw his body against it, crashing through the wall. The fresher air relieved him and he staggered to his feet. There sitting on one of the pizzeria's stools was an elderly man with a computer very much like Scrapper's monitoring the events inside the pizzeria and an intercom. "I must admit I didn't think after a full night shift I didn't think you would have had the energy to destroy the wall." He said. "My name is Henry."
Scrapper gripped Henry by the shoulders. "Henry," Scrapper said, "you said there was a way out. Where is it?"
"I can't open it for you," Henry said, with a solemn face. "With the wall open I can't risk any of the animatronics to escape. I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Scrapper said. "This is my life we are talking about. I don't know why you are hellbent on this suicide pact, but I don't want any part of it."
Henry's face remained unchanged. "I can't." He said. "These souls need to be put to rest. This has to finish."
"I'll lock it behind me." Scrapper pleaded. "I;ll make sure it burns down."
Henry shook his head. Scrapper dropped his head. His hands glided over to the old man's trapezius muscles and pinched them hard. Henry instinctively dropped to the ground as his body tried to escape the hold. His body twisted on the floor. Henry managed to break the hold by turning onto his stomach. Scrapper capitalized on this mistake by getting a better grip on the trapezius from behind. Scrapper brought the elderly man to his knees and put his weight on the hold. "Tell me where it is," Scrapper said, "or I will make your final moments more painful than it should be."
"No!" Henry shouted.
"Very well." Scrapper said "I will teach you to keep people in fiery prisons. Those animatronics I understand, they are monsters. But to sacrifice a life to destroy them? That is unacceptable. You try to play the hero but all you do is bring pain and misery to others. You must be punished for your sins."
Scrapper pulled the flailing old man to his room. The smoke was bellowing from the vents making it hard to breath. Through watery eyes. Scrapper shoved the man against the hot metal. Henry screamed as his flesh sizzled against grill like metal. "Where is it?" He asked, pulling Henry's body from the grate.
"S-s-sorry." Henry responded.
Scrapper made sure to switch to Henry's uncharred face before placing it on the metal. The remaining skin boiled and bubbled. Henry's mouth was open but didn't scream, his eyes wide before his body went limp. Scrapper feeling no resistance from the man let him crumble to the floor. Scrapper went back to the room and looked around. He found a ladder and looked upwards. There was a hatch he didn't notice before. He placed the ladder underneath it and made his way to the latch it. He looked over the doorway and couldn't find anything that would open it. He climbed back down. The fire had made its way to the security room. Scrapper went on the computer and looked around. There on the page was a program for the security doors. The program wouldn't open without a password. Scrapper put in random phrases but to no avail. Smoke poured into the room Scrapper was in. Scrapper went back up the hatch and tried to force it. The hatch would not budge. Scrapper kept trying until his vision began to blur. He gripped the top of the ladder as it became increasingly harder to stand on it. The smoke and exhaustion blacked out his sight and Scrapper fell backwards onto the floor. The flames licking at his body.